Yesterday I made my habitual trip to my favourite op shop.
After finding nothing I liked, I was about to leave when I spotted this beauty, the holy grail of handbags:
She is made of woven strips of white and gold plastic, adorned with shells.
She looks almost new, and has a lemon cotton (?) lining.
The op shop was strange though, it looked to have been taken over by staff I'd never seen before.
They were frantically moving all the furniture around.
When I went to the counter to pay, the assistant saw my bike helmet in my bag and asked if it was mine, implying that I had stolen it.
When I denied stealing it he backtracked but the damage was done, I felt like a criminal.
I told him I was in the shop all the time and it was my favourite shop.
He replied that there was one lady who came in every Saturday and bought random things, but he didn't know if she used them.
It sounded like he was talking about me, and I wanted to tell him that I did use them, and wasn't a dealer.
But I was too stunned.
It's the first bad experience I've had there, normally the weekend staff are lovely.
Anyway it was a cheap weekend as that's all I bought, except for some bike lights.
I had a lot on my mind as our reorganisation at work was announced on Friday.
I can't say anything about it yet except that I am probably one of the luckier ones.
And I've been dealing with a crazy internet troll in a group I'm in.
In better news, I made a poppy dress for Anzac day and some wheat free Anzac biscuits.
And I bought a glorious 1960s purple midi.
It's a size too small but I call it an aspirational dress.
I haven't got any photos yet, but will soon.
Advice please: my felted crochet hat hasn't shrunk enough.
Should I boil it up in my witches' cauldron?